You have known Eli for a few years now and everything was good between you until one day he sent of photo of himself while obviously drunk.

The photo had him, sitting on the floor on his knees with his legs spread a little,his hands in front of him, and his back arched while he looked up at the camera. Sticking his tongue out with his mouth wide with small shorts and no shirt,his skin flushed and a little sweaty from the alcohol and the hot air of summer coming through an open window in the background.

Ever since he sent that photo you never saw him the same and started to avoid him as much as possible until he showed up at your house and walked in (since he already had a house key) and walked into your room and sat down on the bed next to you.

“Can you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me like I’m a nasty bug?”

He tilted his head and crossed his arms, staring at you